Love and Obstacles
Aleksandar Hemon~The New Yorker: Fiction
“Life is death if you don’t have a little drink every now and then,” the Serbian concluded wisely, and chugged from the bottle.
They fell silent. It was not unreasonable to suspect that they could smell my fear and were just about to slit my throat and take my money. When I sensed one of them shuffling his feet and moving toward me, I opened my eyes. They were staring at me with bemused expressions.
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